1. A mighty fortress is our God,

a bulwark never failing;

our helper he amid the flood

of mortal ills prevailing:

for still our ancient foe

doth seek to work us woe;

his craft and power are great,

and, armed with cruel hate,

on earth is not his equal.

2. Did we in our own strength confide,

our striving would be losing;

were not the right man on our side,

the man of God’s own choosing:

dost ask who that may be?

Christ Jesus, it is he;

Lord Sabaoth his Name,

from age to age the same,

and he must win the battle.

3. And though this world, with devils filled,

should threaten to undo us;

we will not fear, for God hath willed

his truth to triumph through us;

the prince of darkness grim,

we tremble not for him;

his rage we can endure,

for lo! his doom is sure,

one little word shall fell him.

4. That word above all earthly powers,

no thanks to them, abideth;

the Spirit and the gifts are ours

through him who with us sideth:

let goods and kindred go,

this mortal life also;

the body they may kill:

God’s truth abideth still

his kingdom is forever.